11/06/2025
✨What a privilege it is to grow into the person I needed as a child.
I grew up in a home where being the eldest meant carrying responsibilities no child should. From the age of four, I became the caretaker the listener, the fixer, the protector. I never knew what it meant to just be a child.
No one ever asked how I was feeling. I wasn’t nurtured, comforted, or given the space to express myself. People pleasing became my survival. My safety was tied to keeping the peace, staying small, and taking care of everyone else.
For years, I confused emotional suppression with strength. I couldn’t tell the difference between my feelings and my body’s trauma response because all I knew was survival mode.
I was rejected, degraded, and abused by both of my parents. But even in that pain, the warrior in me was being shaped. Today, I use that same warrior to love the parts of me I once abandoned the scared little girl who just wanted to be seen.
Now, I live in softness. I parent myself with compassion, patience, and love. I’ve learned that healing doesn’t mean forgetting it means feeling everything I once ran from and giving it the care it always deserved.
The path back to myself has been both challenging and rewarding, and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Be your own hero.
Learn to feel so that you can heal.
Face your truth because your life depends on it.
